It isn't the gait, neither is it the build
It isn't even the weight , nor is it the hold
It is something about him, the way he smiles and suddenly his whole face is lit up.
The sound of his laughter, reading down inside and exhuming feelings.
The beauty of his eyes, as they stare right into my heart.
The touch of his hands, taking you into a world of sweet dreams.
It's the character.
Something about the way he keeps you away yet keeps you so close.
Something about the way he talks.
Quietly and calmly with a voice that sends butterflies fluttering below.
Yeah.. and well...something
Just that something about his candour
And you wonder how someone could be so frank
Yet so charming.
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